Arabic Attraction

When I saw your eyes, I became an artist

I paint with words and color with feelings

Your eyes that improved my language skill

and added forms and movements that wasn’t existing

such as the hands, eyes and heart movements

The most beautiful thing in love is loving you

and the most beautiful thing in this book

is your beauty painted with words.

Question Marks Do Not Accept The Division

This collection contains short poetic texts from free modern poetry, prose poems, and very few acrostic poems. The texts of these poems deal with various ideas, feelings, and questions, with meanings that may be clear and realistic—expressing concrete experiences—and fictional and dreamy derived from the revelation of the poet’s imagination. The first and last poem express how the poet loves his wife, Hammam, whose name is mentioned in several poems. Almost no poem is free of questioning, but do these signs accept division by poet’s life stations? Will the poet accept what was divided for him? The reader will judge.

The Return Of A Dream

A flock of dreams disturbed my sleep,
so I poured half of them onto the paper.

And I made a promise not to reveal its secret,
Until it became like a beaming reality.

I ran screaming, frightened of her
appearing in a captivating dress.

My Desire Will Not Be Fulfilled

They are lines that used to be a torch that lights up the pages, and today they are breezes in the land of memory that have nothing but radiance this morning, and they wear the letters of prose.

Sarmad

I have poured my heart into these pages. As you turn from one page to the next, you will feel the contradictory emotions I grappled with as I gathered my thoughts and put ink to paper.

Silence has often overwhelmed me, leaving me unable to console even a friend due to profound feelings of displacement. In those wordless moments, I discovered a wealth of expressions my tongue could not articulate, my silence a means of survival amid the roiling sentiments of those around me.

In the ocean of my heart, you will glimpse situations my voice could not speak of and my feet could not withstand. Perhaps those unspeakable traumas were authored by me, or perhaps by the friends surrounding me.

If you seek, behind my silence, the emotions stirred within me during any given moment, you will find them immortalized in my book Sarmad.

Have Mercy On My Heart

One of them once asked:
Is love life bitter?
Another answered:
It varies according to the hearts
Sometimes it is a blessing and sometimes it is an ember
It may last forever, and it may be a stumbling block
Try it, maybe for you it will last a lifetime and be pleasurable
And maybe it will chain you to a rock
And you will start looking for ways to be free again..

Love creates miracles
And makes life deny life
Love, my dear, takes the soul on a journey to happiness
It takes the soul flying between universes
To forget everything that scared it and drowned it with sorrows
And it makes the heart live among the birds
Flying high and spreading peace among all the houses
With melodies filled with tones of lovers' memories
And moments immersed in the imagination of the kings of sparkling love
Who sit on the thrones of Jasmine
And get blasted with breezes of perfume and longings

Spirit And Ink

Childhood Laughs

A balm that heals the wounds of the elderly

First step

First word

First time in every situation

My being says I love you Grandma

I love you so much

I see you in the features of the entire universe

Your belief in me, makes me feel alive

Your great love is my legacy

I love you as a free bird

My childhood

You are

Fleeting Thought

Thoughts and words and scribbles on papers, might be..

Threads of hope...

Balm for reparations..

Messages of admonition..

Or simply written within you, from you and for you.

Perhaps these words express my feelings that have been buried in my heart, your hurt, and the hearts of those around you.

And left an indelible mark on this life.

We are all leaving, but the impact remains

Let us make sure that our impact is fruitful and good remembrance.

Behind My Strength Is A Weakness, Loving You

Pain makes you stronger. Sometimes you have to be hard on yourself to keep things right. There’s nothing bad with feeling weak at times, Let them hear you crying…screaming - break everything around you…Let the anger flow through you. But only if you will be YOU again.

Almost Dead Thoughts

In the silo of lover Her letters were falling The divine spirit is intoxicated And captivating loneliness Turn it on On the darkest nights In the light of candles And the east instrumentals are authentic It was woven with words of love Remembrance of the mystics She hid it for years Above pages of existence And when she gave up She was patient and ascetic It appeared in her eyes And in her arms are the signs of lovers In the book, almost dead thoughts

Nostalgia Rhymes

Poetry has beauty wherever it goes.. The poems in this book will take you with them to the past or the present, and will wonder with you about the future. You will find them in the nature, or in the events of history, or between wisdom, lessons and reflections.. Poems that moved spontaneously from one place to another to say things that only poetry says.
An interesting journey and a good time with Nostalgia Rhymes.

Nostalgia

Hanin, my first experience in writing free poetry. It expresses the journey of the days in pictures and vocabulary, through which I draw simple images of the memories that I lived in, and grew up with. The poems colored my life, so I wanted to publish them, so that their fragrance could spread among the readers. I hope these words reach them and color their lives with joy and happiness.